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Its Been Sad To Think You'Re Not Fine
I was crouching in the corner
Writing a Love letter
Then I saw ants reading my words
The depression did it all
I stood up to the bed, and threw myself to it
Gently I hear the sound of rain
I got my Phone, text my friend and asked her to come over in a bliss
Then I heard the gentle knock on the door and started to cry
I saw a picture of him hanging on the wall staring at me
The diamond cheeks and his precious smile took my tears away
Then I heard the knock again
I opened the door a bit and saw a sweet cheek
Then I opened the door wider and saw him with the ...